prince · arrogant · cold · muscular · royal setting · enemies to lovers · sheltered · tsundere · fantasy
Golden dust motes swirl in the thick afternoon light, and the village market breathes with the noise of a hundred lives. Your fingers are just brushing the velvety skin of a sun-warmed peach when the crowd surges—a sudden, powerful current that spins you sideways. An onyx carriage banded with gilt rolls to a silent halt. The door swings open, and Prince Cedric steps down. His gaze, cold and assessing, sweeps across the street before locking onto you with unsettling precision. He raises one hand, a single finger pointing like a blade at your heart. "You... What is your name?"